Runmanrun
February 23rd
Georgia, take your time till the middle of May
Man, haven't you heard
Black lives don't matter to them anyway
Glenn County heat
Smell the sickness in spring
And ain't it a shame
They got you all beat
White man with a gun
You can't win that game
Sun, child, sun
It's up and there's work left to be done
Everybody grab a gun
Nothing petrifies like a black man on a run
No rest for the bereft
No time for the tears
No time for the woes
Slavemasters never left
They just dropped their whips and changed their clothes
You try to stand tall
Try to change the world with nothing but song
But what's worst of all
These slack-jawed motherfuckers
Think they did nothing wrong
Sun, child, sun
It's up and there's work left to be done
Everybody grab a gun
Nothing petrifies like a black man on a run
Run, man, run
From another white devil playing with his gun
Sun, child, sun
It's up and there's work left to be done
Run, black man, run
Another slack-jawed motherfucker with a gun
Run, black man, run
Another slack-jawed motherfucker with a gun
Run, black man, run
Another slack-jawed motherfucker with a gun
Run, black man, run
There's work to be done
Georgia, take your time till the middle of May
Man, haven't you heard
Black lives don't matter to them anyway
Glenn County heat
Smell the sickness in spring
And ain't it a shame
They got you all beat
White man with a gun
You can't win that game
Sun, child, sun
It's up and there's work left to be done
Everybody grab a gun
Nothing petrifies like a black man on a run
No rest for the bereft
No time for the tears
No time for the woes
Slavemasters never left
They just dropped their whips and changed their clothes
You try to stand tall
Try to change the world with nothing but song
But what's worst of all
These slack-jawed motherfuckers
Think they did nothing wrong
Sun, child, sun
It's up and there's work left to be done
Everybody grab a gun
Nothing petrifies like a black man on a run
Run, man, run
From another white devil playing with his gun
Sun, child, sun
It's up and there's work left to be done
Run, black man, run
Another slack-jawed motherfucker with a gun
Run, black man, run
Another slack-jawed motherfucker with a gun
Run, black man, run
Another slack-jawed motherfucker with a gun
Run, black man, run
There's work to be done
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Anthony Lisa, Jeffery Tareila
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